Over the loudspeaker in the Pan American terminal at New York City's John F. Kennedy Airport comes word that Flight 92 is now ready to board passengers. Obediently, the ticket holders gather their flight bags and file through the appropriate gate. Instead of finding themselves aboard an airplane, however, the bewildered travelers discover that they have entered what seems to be another waiting lounge, complete with upholstered blue seats and the soothing strains of recorded music. What ever happened to Flight 92 and faraway places? The doors finally close, and up front a dashingly costumed pilot checks the banks of lights...
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